THE NEW YORKER : ; : : . . : . é . .." : ,', '*' " ": ; ' . ............. ->>. . : '"): ..' . ,. .ø ': ,.", "} r t:::" .v:: . ,', " "l , Ò" : i ë : ;::::::5t _ , ;-:,,:r l t-:;;;-__ :<'ir {\.- -'- ".:.:.., ...; . '.,:,' <.', " ' 'r \ ' " j w, \ " '.,' "'.,, % +-' ... .:' :.:: "0;- :: : . '. : . -:. ' . :,-,, , lye Ever since November, 1924, J. W. has had his doubts about the wisdom of the masses. . The processing tax on wheat will raise the price of bread only half a cent a loaf. F or this pittance we can make the farmer as ecstatically, rapturously, and riotously happy as he was in 1 926. . All right-thinking people admire Lieutenant Falconi, who flew upside down for over three hours and discov- ered the hardest way to go from St. Louis to Joliet, Illinois. . There is a movement on foot to combine Chicago University with Northwestern. The merger would pro- duce strong medical and law schools, and boy! what a backfield. . The new advertising code puts a curb on testimonials. Some hotheads believe that people should be backed into a corner and compelled to use the things they endorse. -HOWARD BRUBAKER 25 ,.... , ' , ' "",., ct.:: ': k",," Il JJ.1.L ' " ' A*fr -- :' ,'.' 1: , w.:c;i'::r: " }j;'I" " ..;-: ":""" '1':"" :/"'Y ":' ',' ' :' ' ',: ':' ?h, ,k, ' ;,' ,,: , : , '" , , ' :' 'if </: -, ....',' , ,if!.{ / ",'" ,', ' </(, ! l :F" i'='" "Please) God) help n e to n ake g-ood." . . . E.YE. AND MIND E ye, finding jewels in the seas, ScrIpt tlpon leaves, and rhythms In trees, Is to its counterpart most blind, Which is the Eye within the Mind That turns the graceful arabesque Next moment -to a strange grotesque, That in dissection as it deals Seems like an ogress at her meals. You see but what you think you see. The heart assigns it its degree. But, safe above emotions set, Eye in the Mind will not forget. The visible takes instant wings From all its inner world of things That never are as they appear But suddenly assume the queer. Discern a grass-blade in the sun, But more than its appearance shun, F or inner sight is crack of doom To certainties that you assume! However keen, however bright May be the organ of your sight, Eye in the Mind will never miss A more adept analysis. Knowing the motions of your blood And your complexities of mood, If beauty you surmise you view, Eye in the Mind will tell on you! Though splendour clothe a mouldering hall, Though Spartan Helen walk the wall, Eye in the Mind will see, inhuman, A ruin and a faulty woman. So pray for that clear, wondering sight Relieved the cave-man's world of nig ht, And shun with infantile elation rhe realm of ratiocination! Be primrose by the river, too, A simple yellow flower to you- But do eschew, as you pass by, Its horror to the Mental Eye! -WILLIAM ROSE BENÉT